There wuz some flights of stun steps a leadin’ up to some doors in the side on’t. And we went inside on’t after we had gin a good look at the outside. But it took us some time to get through gazin’ at the outside on’t.
Way up over our heads wuz some sort a recesses, some like the recess in my spare bed-room, only higher and narrower, and kinder nobler lookin’. And standin’ up in the first one, a lookin’ stiddy through storm and shine at the North star, stood General Gates, bigger than life considerable, but none too big; for his deeds and the deeds of all of our old 4 fathers stand out now and seem a good deal bigger than life. Yes, take ’em in all their consequences, a sight bigger.
Wall, there he stands, a leanin’ on his sword. He’ll be ready when the enemy comes, no danger but what he will.
On the east side, is General Schuyler a horsback, ready to dash forward against the foe, impetuous, ardent, gallant. But oh! the perils and dangers that obstruct his pathway; thick underbrush and high, tall trees stand up round him that he seemin’ly can’t get through.
But his gallant soldiers are a helpin’ him onward, they are a cuttin’ down the trees so’s he can get through ’em and dash at the enemy. You see as you look on him that he will get through it all. No envy, nor detraction, nor jealousy, no such low underbrush full of crawlin’ reptiles, nor no high solid trees, no danger of any sort can keep him back. His big brave, generous heart is sot on helpin’ his country, he’ll do it.
On the south side, is the saddest sight that a patriotic American can see. On a plain slab stun, lookin’ a good deal like a permanent grave-stun, sot up high there, for Americans to weep over forever, bitter tears of shames, is the name, “Arnold.”
He wuz a brave soldier; his name ort to be there; it is all right to have it there and jest where it is, on a gravestun. All through the centuries it will stand there, a name carved by the hand of cupidity, selfishness, and treachery.
On the west side, General Morgan is standin’ up with his hands over his eyes; lookin’ away into the sunset. He looked jest like that when he wuz a lookin’ after prowlin’ red skins and red coats; when the sun wuz under dark clouds, and the day wuz dark 100 years ago.
But now, all he has to do is to stand up there and look off into the glowin’ heavens, a watchin’ the golden light of the sun of Liberty a rollin’ on westward. He holds his hand over his eyes; its rays most blind him, he is most lost a thinkin’ how fur, how fur them rays are a spreadin’, and a glowin’,way, way off, Morgan is a lookin’ onto our future, and it dazzles him. Its rays stretch off into other lands; they strike dark places; they burn! they glow! they shine! they light up the world!
Hold up your head, brave old General, and your loyal steadfast eyes. You helped to strike that light. Its radience half-frights you. It is so heavenly bright, its rays, may well dazzle you. Brown old soldiers, I love to think of you always a standin’ up there, lifted high up by a grateful Nation, a lookin’ off over all the world, a lookin’ off towards the glowin’ west, toward our glorious future.